Yesterday around 4 Stephannie came over and joined us at church. We decided that she was saving me from the wrath of Catholicism while I simultaneously saved her from the wrath of her home. A couple hours before my dad took us he grabbed his guitar and a six pack of beer and headed over to our neighbors house to "jam" with the band. Needless to say, he returned with his guitar minus the six pack. We took off for church around 4:15 (and hour earlier since my dad plays guitar for the choir)-I must say it was quite the sight seeing him so pumped and buzzed while entering the church. Since we were earlier Stephannie and I waited in the car and listened to music. At one point Thunderclap Newmans "Stormy Pedtrel" came on-at which point we turned it up full blast and watched the reaction of all the loyal parishoners as they passed our car. A few minutes before the start of the service we escaped from the car and proceeded to gather daisies and managed to place one on each car's windshield. We bailed out of church a few minutes early to resume our music; at which point Jon called and we made plans to meet up later at Stephannie's house. About halfway through "Spinal Tap" Jon came, and we began the usual banter of gossip. Upon waking up after a really strange dream this morning, I traversed downstairs to meet up with Stephannie and a steaming hot plate of tots, chocolate sauce, and some top quality Chevy Chase in "Vegas Vacation." A couple hours later I could be found sitting at the corner table in Eric Ericssons "innocently" awing at my mom'teenage antics. I honestly do not understand how she expects me to take her seriously about illegal means of "Fun" when she raves about "the time she and her brother were driving down to San Diego, HIGH AS A KITE! And all of a sudden, the steering wheel popped off the car!" This among countless other stories were shared; fun, yet a bit redundant once the bread bowl to my clam chowder was demolished.